The Promise

"I am in love with you."

I hadn't expected him to be blunt, neither was I prepared for it. He straightened, leaving my face, then held my hand and brought me to his body. His warmth engulfed me as I buried my face in his chest, his scent filling me up. My husband's scent.

"I..."

"Karla." He said, stopping me. "I just...I don't want to watch the sunsets alone anymore. I want to go on more birthday trips with you. I want to laugh about the silliest things." His hand moved to my hair and his fingers moved th rough it. "I don't know...I am not so good at this," He laughed, and I pulled him harder to me.

"You are good enough."

Time passed by with Luke like it was unreal, and every minute seemed to click a little faster. We ate, although Luke turned out to not be a big eater. I waited nervously as he took a shower, my fingers intertwined with each other, like someone waiting for her interview results.

But it was similar. It was a maddening experience, getting to fall in love with my husband